#corditex

Walker stood under Jay's bedroom window and stretched a thin line of shadow up the wall, tapping at the glass.  "Hey, are you up there?  It's.  Well.  The guy who was outside the other night."

                 wow. wow. wow. okay.                  poor, poor little flower with hanging limbs and a fickle, fickle mind, dragging roseate apertures along the curvature of his neck. breathing him in. tongue pressing here, there, everywhere, as though she'd lose him if she didn't taste him enough. if she didn't-- eat him up enough.                 she's bought this lovely thing vinyls, and he's read her words from the dictionary. she's hugged him and he's hugged her. and now, she was pursing fine lips to suck on the swell of his adam's apple, along the rounded hill of goosebumps created in response to her amateur brush. and, perhaps, maybe, she's getting a bit carried away, wandering up up up to the definition of his jaw, up up up to the hinge of said jaw, and sucking and biting there for a moment. to leave. her. mark. and then up up up to the corner of his mouth, mapping out her territory (because this makes him hers, doesn't it?), and claiming each inch of his flesh for her own, because, obviously, ever gentle clench of straight sets of ivory was the apparent equivalent to saying mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.

         ( abrupt and disgruntled mumbling of things she doesn't even understand but she's hugging him and that's the important part. )

     ☁ It was time for lunch but Rosemary had just waken up. After a night of drinking she woke up with a bit of a hangover. As much as she wanted to just stay in the covers all day she knew that would only encourage her sloth. For that reason she chose to go out and get something to eat. Instead of buying an actual lunch she chose to buy a box of a dozen doughnuts. Happily she took a bite into one before she noticed a pair of eyes lingering on her. After swallowing it she waved with a smile. "Would you like one?"